I don't want to live for another sunrise. Not for one more day of lying through my teeth and then bleeding out my secrets at night. I just want the end, but my brothers hold me back. As miserable as I am, they need me. To protect them, love them, and guide them. If I'm gone no one'll be left. But how can I help them if I can't help myself? How can I be their everything if I can't pull my shattered self back together enough to just cut away the pain? I need help, for their sakes.